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The day of his room invasion, Mot had been saved by two good friends; Hel and Riley. One distracted the crowd, while the latter hid him until everyone was out of sight. Mot had made a note to thank them both when he was feeling himself again.

And he would keep that promise.

Mot had remembered the way to Riley's room thanks to the unfortunate Day of the Coconut fiasco. With that information in mind he had no trouble locating it again. A few knocks at the door were made as well as a vocal call out to the Mindflayer. "Caaaaaptaaaaain?"

Mot jumped, wondering if he perhaps surprised the mindflayer upon hearing a crash. The boil tensed slightly as Riley opened the door, seeing he had interupted her from an apparent work out. A vigorous one at that. "Oh, no. Sorry. My bad for coming unexpected." The reaper walked in after her, nudging the door closed, then making his way into the room.

Riley was correct in assuming Mot preferred a well lit room. Chances were he would bump into everything if it were pitch black.

Mot flinched a bit as Riley spoke into his mind; while he was used to it, normally he could at least see her. "Oh right. Actually, I came to thank you." He nodded to himself, forgetting exactly what direction she had taken to get to the bathroom, and stared into the room he was in, speaking to empty space.

"A while ago, when you came to the reaper dorms? I wasn't feeling myself and you and Hel really bailed me out. "

"I appreciated it, either way." Mot chuckled to himself as well. While it did save him, hiding in a head full of tentacles was one of the weirdest things he'd hidden in to date. He remembered he had been afraid to move in an inch, not wanting to make contact with any of them.
No offense to Riley.

"Well, I had to say something." Mot smiled bashfully, rubbing his neck. "It'd be rude of me if you went un-thanked."

"That being said, can I make it up to you somehow? I mean, you could have easily just left me for the wolves so to speak, but you didn't."

Mot moved to take the spot on the couch he'd been offered. While he did grow up taught to use manners, he really only used them on ghouls and those he deemed worthy of the effort to do so. Respect was earned, after all.

Her sudden change in behaviour was slightly unnerving. Had he said something off? All he wanted to do was show her the same kindess she had shown him, after all. His gaze shifted to his shoulder where her hand had suddenly found itself then back to the ghoul's face. She seemed way too eager about this.. favour. "Oh, yes. Deal. Anything I can do, really." He said with a smile, his intentions completely innocent.

"I can wait. No rush. The offer stands regardless."

Riley was certainly acting in a curious manner. There was little Mot could think of to prod a further deatiling of her mindset. "Oh, uh, sure! Cider.. maybe? Anything is fine." Mot answered, fiddling with his fingers. He couldn't put his finger on it, but Riley was a little more intimidating for a moment. He sensed just a small bit of something else from her a moment ago. Perhaps it was his imagination, or the fact he'd been feeling on the bottom of the food chain lately.

The reaper breathed out, attempting to calm himself down and shake off his doubt.

Mot chuckled, leaning back in his seat now that he wasn't feeling as on guard like earlier. What a strange feeling it had been. This was just Riley. Always trust Riley.
Always.

"Aha, no no. It certainly wasn't a party. If it were you would be among the first invited." Mot laughed a bit, shrugging his shoulders. "It was a strange kind of coincidence. Shun and Mitsu came over, and then Hel and.. well little by little even those I'm unfamiliar with began to pour in. Before I knew just about everyone I knew was there. I had already been in a fowl mood, and while normally I enjoy company I was.. overwhelmed."

Mot expected to be asked about the reasons why. There had been some time between then and now, so while he was less squeamish about it, he still didn't like to divulge into details. Tattling would get him nowhere but trouble. He wasn't that kind of boil.

"Ah, sort of. Not naming names. I'll deal with it." He was enough of a man to fight his own battles, or so he wanted to believe.
Next time, he would not be shoved aside like weak trash. He would be someone worthy of being taken seriously, and not to be messed with.

Or if he was lucky, no one would be able to get close enough to try.

Her little joke made him chuckle, though. It left a smile on his face if nothing else, though normally he was never without one anyway. "I had a bit of an encounter with another student. It made me doubt my own worth for a while."

Mot took the offered glass of cider from Riley, watching her as she spoke. He liked listening to her. She seemed like she was honest, or hoped she was. Kind words when you were feeling down were wonderful, and he had a few friends who would do just that; Tell him everything is okay and pat his head. With Riley there came an air of sincerity.
At least that's what he got from her persona.

Mot nodded thoughtfully, taking a drink from his glass. "Thank you. Coming from you, it makes it easier to believe." Mot did value her opinions quite a bit. She was firm, but not cruel. At least not to him. "Don't get me wrong though, I've been doing better. I was in a dark spot, but I pushed through it.." Mot paused and smiled. "Admittedly though, my friends are to thank for it. With everyone supporting me, it's hard to stay down."

The reaper took another sip of his drink, quite enjoying the taste. "I've never met such quality friends before Amnity."